The next memory was of a bright room. There were about a dozen people leaning over me. They were wearing masks. Doctors. I was confused and scared. I was only about six. Someone finally noticed that I was awake.
"Marie?" she said. It was an echo. I couldn't keep my eyes open so I drifted back into a deep sleep. I had no memory of a dream.
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When I came to again. I was tightly tucked into a bed with stiff, starched sheets. There was a woman in the room. She smiled when I opened my eyes.
"Is your name Marie?" she asked and held up a sock that had "Marie" embroidered on it.
I didn't know. I couldn't remember anything. Tears started pouring down my cheeks. I was so confused.
The woman seemed to notice my confusion.
"Do you remember anything?"
I shook my head.
"It's all right." she said. "Everything will be fine."
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I had to stay at the hospital for seven weeks. One nurse told me that I had been hit by a truck. That it was a miracle that I was even alive. I wasn't so sure that I agreed with that. I had no memory of a family or any friends.
Someone told me I was going to live with a new family. One that would love me as if I was their own. I would have a brother. He was five years older than I was.
I was scared again. This seemed to be a habit with me. I hated feeling scared. It made me feel weak.
The family came.
This was my family. Momma, papa, and Matt.
In the dream I didn't know them though.
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That's where the dream ended. It didn't matter though. I could remember the rest. Eventually I had simply forgotten that I was ever at the hospital. I didn't know of any life before my family had adopted me.
GOD.
Was I really adopted? Who was my real mother? I recognized the blue woman as Mystique. Why had she called me her Rogue? Is that why, years later when I had been told to leave my home, I had renamed myself Rogue?
I had to talk to someone. I was panicking. The professor. He could help me.
I got up and left my room, then started down the hall. I wasn't really watching where I was going and I ran right into something... someone.
"Scott! I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." I tried to pass him, but he noticed that my voice cracked and that my cheeks were stained with tears so he grabbed my shoulder and turned me to look at him.
"Rogue, what's wrong?" he asked. His face showed concern that I never realized he would show for me. We had never really talked or anything before, and I was beginning to wonder why. So I figured, what the fuck, why not?
"I had a nightmare."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"I was just gonna find the professor."
"He's actually sleeping... for once. I'd be glad to help."
I grinned at him. "Thanks, that would be great."
We went into the den and I told him all about the dream. He could obviously tell that I was scared as shit because I was shaking all over. He brought me into a hug that I returned, and it helped me more than it probably should have. We fell asleep that way. Completely comfortable.
When I woke up the next day, Scott's arms were still wrapped around me. He woke up a moment afterward and I blushed, a little embarrassed that I confided in him so much on practically the first day I had really ever even spoken to him.
He just smiled and stood up to stretch. He looked at his watch as I did mine.
"I'm teaching a class in ten minutes. I better get going."
"Okay... Thanks a lot Scott."
"No problem."
I saw Jean at lunch. She seemed upset about something so I went over to her and asked if everything was okay.
She gave me a look that I read as bitter. Then I realized that it probably didn't go over to well with her to have her boyfriend spend the entire night away from her. Especially with someone else, even if it was completely innocent.
But before I could say anything she spoke to me.
"What made you suddenly come to Scott for support?" The tone of her voice was all but friendly and inviting.
"I was upset last night and I ran into him in the hallway," I explained to her.
She didn't seem convinced but she didn't say anything else. She just walked away.
I decided that it was probably best that I go to the professor and see if the dreams I had been having were all necessarily true. And to see what they meant.
I knocked on his door and he invited me in.
"Hello Rogue. How have you been?"
"Actually, professor I've been having nightmares."
He nodded to tell me that he was listening.
"They were about me. But I think that they were Magneto's memories."
His face turned pitiful.
"Rogue, I have a feeling I know what this is going to be about. Did you have a nightmare about your childhood?"
I nodded. I wasn't really sure where this was going.
"Some years ago, Eric -Magneto- had a daughter with Mystique.
I'm pretty sure that was when my face turned white. Oh God.
"She had been taken from him when the Brotherhood had been attacked by a government agency." he continued. "Years later Eric managed to track her down to a house in Mississippi. (A/N: Isn't it hard to picture Professor X saying "Mississippi?" ) He and Mystique went there to retrieve her. They lost sight of her and were convinced that she had died in the fire. I believe otherwise."
By then fresh tears were falling down my face. I knew it. I was Magneto's daughter.
Okie. So what are ya thinking so far? Out of my two stories which one do you like better? I'm gonna continue them both. I promise to get started on chapter four of... FUCK! what's that story called again? Damn, am I brain-dead or what? OOoH! "I Didn't Mean To" soon but I am really getting into this other one. I'm sorta getting ahead of meself, neh? Anywho, I hope you enjoy. I won't bother to ask you to review because it's not as if it actually changes your mind when I ask does it. You know it's there. Totally up to you. So see ya! Not gonna get into that again.
